Oh No - Busta Rhymes
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout, my n_gga? I got 'em
(Dready)
I got 'em
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout? N_gga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em? They must've forgotten
F_ck this b_tch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten
Whip sh_t I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, b_tch, go 'head, vomit
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout? N_gga, I got 'em
Me takin' L's, that talk is so uncommon
And sh_t, hide they sh_t before my n_ggas rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playin' possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then f_ck up this b_tch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout, my n_gga? I got 'em
Clown n_ggas from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, f_ck around and end up on a milk carton
N_gga wonderin' who shot him
Grave located, don't post these n_ggas garden
Pop n_ggas up, now watch how I'ma rock 'em
I chop a brick up, now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? N_gga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f_ck is they gon' stop him?
Clout thirsty n_ggas on the 'gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the b_tches flock 'em
(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you n_ggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
B_tch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n_ggas can f_ck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? N_gga could be never, oh no, no (No)
F_ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout? N_gga, I got 'em
(Watch how I) How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
Then cop me a planet, f_ck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin', pullin' up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin', countin' blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, b_tches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
B_tch, what's the problem?
How we f_ck sh_t up, my n_gga? I got 'em
Y'all n_ggas know that what we do is awesome
You're better off leavin', purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin', the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do sh_t that keep all of you n_ggas talkin'
B_tch, what's the problem?
F_ck you talkin' 'bout, my n_gga? I got 'em
F_ck sh_t up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him
And talk my sh_t clear while every speaker knockin'
Motherf_cker got 'em flockin'
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning
(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you n_ggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
B_tch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you n_ggas can f_ck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? N_gga could be never, oh no, no (No)
F_ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)
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